A/N: Hey everyone! So this is the second chapter. What do you think?
Camm Levi stands in front of the mirror, and smiles at the beautiful girl with lush brown hair and bright green eyes.
"Hello, Beautiful," she says. Then she giggles.
"Camm! It's time to go to the square! The reaping is about to start!" Camm runs down the stairs and has one foot over the threshold of the door when she spies her reflection in the downstairs mirror.
"Wait!" she cries, then bolts back upstairs to reapply her eye shadow which, apparently, is beginning to fade. Then she notices a small wisp of hair coming out of her ponytail, and has to spend ten minutes fixing it.
"We're going to be LATE!" Shouts her mother, just the slightest bit impatient now.
"Okay, okay." Camm comes back down the stairs and her mother steers her out the door before she can see her reflection again.
Camm walks confidently to the sixteen year olds section in the square of district one. Many boys' heads' turn to stare, and most of the girls give her a "hey, what's up." Camm flips her hair, and turns her attention to the capitol woman on stage.
"She has no sense of fashion, but I just love her hairstyle!" Whispers Camm to a girl beside her. The other girl nods. No one disagrees with Camm Levi. If you did, you're social life is basically over.
"And our female tribute is… Camm Levi." Did she just say my name? Well, I can't miss an opportunity like this to go somewhere with all eyes on me! Camm makes her way to the stage, blowing kisses and flipping her ponytail. Ecstatic from all the attention she's getting, Camm forgets what the reaping actually is.
Ken Raleigh watches from the twelve year old section as a gorgeous older girl make her way to the stage. She doesn't seem to know what's going on. Maybe it's just that I'm exceptionally observant and focused. The capitol lady goes to the reaping ball, and pulls out a slip. "Drake Raleigh!" Ken's older brother smiles, he had been planning on volunteering, but getting reaped works too.
"Hey, no! I volunteer!" Ken runs up to his older brother and tries to push in front of him, but it doesn't work. Drake shoves him behind him, and climbs the stairs to the stage. Ken follows.
"What are you doing?" Growls Drake.
"I want to volunteer."
Patrick Norgotto stands in the fourteen year olds section of the square in district five. He pushes a strand of light brown hair away from his face, and nods to his friends, Joshua and Sam. His foster brothers, Jacob and Rondo are in another section somewhere. Patrick decides not to bother worrying about them; they have enough people looking out for them already.
The crazy capitol escort, a thin man with his who body and his short hair dyed green, wobbles up on stage. He's drunk.
"Hello, people of district five. How you doing?" His speech is slurred and his eyes dart around, never looking at one particular thing for more than three seconds. "So this year is the twenty fourth annual hunger games. Let's start with the boys this year. How 'bout that?" He reaches into the reaping ball and grabs a slip.
"And the boy tribute this year is Patrick Nuh-No-Nor-uhhh…"
"Norgotto. Can't you read, idiot?" Calls Patrick as he walks towards the stage. The escort glares at him.
"I don't like your tone, boy." Growls the escort.
"I really don't care about an opinion from a tattooed, drunk, ugly, green guy." Replies Patrick smoothly.
"Talk about ugly yourself. Look at you: pale, red spots, shaggy hair, scrawny-"
"Well," replied Patrick. "At least I'm natural."
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